When is the bright moon?

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I don't know whether everyone is returning to their hometown or abroad, whether they are reunited with their families or alone in a foreign country.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival of great significance for Chinese.

For me, the Mid-Autumn Festival is those carefully folded and folded high paper towers, a pair of red candles with "fifteen moons", fruits, taro and rice cakes enshrined on the desk, and people's devotion to the worship of the "Moon Lady".

When I was young, I liked to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival, like the New Year. Because at this time, parents will prepare a large table of food as an offering early.

As soon as the sun set and the moon was about to rise, he placed the table in the open space at the door, placed the offering paper tower, planted candles, lit incense, and reverently bowed to the moon lady.

The incense has two or three pillars (too long to remember whether it is two or three pillars), and during the interval between the upper columns, the adults are watching the moon and laughing, and the children are laughing and playing on the side. The light and shadow are faint, the autumn breeze is cool, and the air is mixed with laughter, conversation, and the smell of sweat.

Wait for the last pillar of incense to burn more than halfway, and kneel down to worship the "Moon Lady" for the last time. After burning the paper offerings such as the paper treasure and the paper tower, and putting away the desk, I would eagerly ask my mother for a piece of rice cake to eat.

The most memorable Mid-Autumn Festival was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

The district held a Mid-Autumn Festival activity, and I was already a big child, and I was allowed to participate in the garden tour to play with my classmates.

At that time, the street lights were not very bright, and I crossed the long road alone, watching the shadows changing in length and behind me, full of anticipation of something new in the square.

The round and large moon hanging overhead, the various exquisite lanterns, the lantern fans hanging under the lanterns, and the various small activities of the garden and the bustling crowds are still vividly remembered after many years.

The bustling bustle and bustle were in stark contrast to my way home. When I looked back on the way back, I had the illusion of two worlds.

It seems like a parable.

The novelty, fun, bustle and excitement of childhood were eventually left in childhood, and when I grew up, I had to embark on a journey to find a home alone.